Chapter 42:An evening incident

Feeling suitably empty below his waste Simon came out of his room. Amy had whined a bit when he came out of the absurdly soft and luxurious bed but the feeling was too alien for him to get any sleep, besides, unlike his spoiled puppy who could fall asleep anywhere and had zero reservations about their new environment.

What Simon did not know was that Amy also realized Simon wanted some time away from her. She could see and feel it in his actions, so under the guise of being lazy, she let him go. She had a vague idea of what he wanted to do and as long as it was not harmful she would allow the separation.

She lay in quiet rest on the edge of slumber, her body still coiled like a spring ready to move at a moment's notice. It burned through her essence to be in this state, but given her daily diet, she had the energy to spare.

On the lower flowers still under the supervision of her enhanced senses, Simon was walking to the marble-top kitchen, filled with utensils, gadgets, and gizmos.

He wanted a glass of water to quench his thirst and use it as an excuse to talk to Stella, the cat girl he was incredibly curious about.

Having finished his other tamer contract, namely feeding Amy so he was free to do as he wished.

Stella for her part, was just standing her eyes glassy. She was looking across the middle distance as her prehensile tail flitted about and her ears made cute motions. Again a wave of nostalgia hit him as he was once more reminded of cat mom.

Out of all his moms, she was the only one who became truly distant after his maturity. Before that, she was neck and neck with soft mom in terms of which mom he liked most. Then he matured and she became distant almost all at once, leaving him in the dust.

But even after that sting, Simon could never forget the fun times he had with cat mom and something about Stella kept making him think of her.

As he approached her, her eyes seemed to gain clarity and she smiled at him.

"Good evening! What do you need of me at this dark hour?" The words she said were surprisingly ominous but the energy with which she said it made that a non-issue.

"Just wanted a glass of water..." Simon.

"Oh! coming right up!" She made a flourishing twirl as she moved to the fancy-looking sink and a glass simply appeared in her hands as she turned the faucet on.

With a sense of professionalism, he did not think was possible within such a simple action she brought him his glass of water.

As she did so, she also moved her head slightly forward and closed her eyes as if expecting something.

Simon took the glass of water and took healthy gulps as he drank it down.

By the time he was finished, Stella was still in her pose as if she was expecting something.

Not knowing what else to do he asked.

"What are you doing?"

Stella's eyes slowly opened as she looked at him with a look of confusion that he was sure matched his own.

"Do you not wish to 'Boop' me? I assumed that to be a sort of unique interactive gesture. But I am very sorry if I misunderstood!"

She started to answer but halfway through her explanation it turned into an apology as she bent her waist 90 degrees in a submissive bow.

Simon let out a heavy laugh. It came from so deep within his chest that some of the water he had just swallowed bubbled back up. Then he snorted some of it out of his mouth and nose which led to a series of loud coughs.

Stella immediately sprang into action as she started patting his back and whispering into his ear.

"Breathe! Breathe! Breathe. There there sir, are you alright?"

Finally getting his violent coughs under control. He looked at the cat girl with a sprained but genuine smile on his face.

"Sorry... That was just so unexpected."

"I do not understand, sir. Please, may you enlighten me?" Stella was all professional now, concern quite evident on her face.

Another laugh wanted to come out of his throat but this time he managed to suppress it as he said.

"I like you, Stella. Hope we have a wonderful time together."

Stella's cheeks went as red as her eyes as she ducked her head.

"Thank you, sirrr..." The sentence ended with a purr. Because of their proximity, Simon could feel the rumble all the way up to his chest.

…Even this was the same as cat mom. She used to purr like this a lot especially when Dad was around.

Fuck! Fucking fuck! Fuckity FUCK! FUCK!

Simon's black bands were glowing red as he felt his entire being seem to bend on one thing. Try and get this cat girl under him.

He did not properly understand what he was doing but he grabbed her by the head and slowly pushed her down to his waist.

Stella for her part had no idea what was going on, but her subservient nature meant that she followed his guidance as she slowly sank to her knees, her body vibrating like an engine.

His conscious mind was now a small blip at the background of his mind. His instincts were taking over guided by the glow of his bands.

Stella's heart beat a million miles a minute, her purr evolving to unforeseen heights as she was now eye level with his crotch.

With a quick flick of his wrist, the divine appendage was out, a scent so intoxicating that Stella's entire world was reduced to that single sensation.

She felt the tip touch her prim lips and she gently parted them to accept him.

The moment she could taste him a shiver went down her spine as pleasure exploded across her body.

Her body lost all reason as she slowly bobbed back and forth, for the first time in her life she let the monster girl take over.